Take your son to get married

Chapter 120 The Wood Gambling Conference 4
"Cough cough." With a cough, Mo Qianchen pulled Feng Shukuang's fingers away: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to watch the excitement." Iron Overlord waving a feather fan, walked over very calmly and sat beside Mo Qianchen.

The human race came to Xingshi to inquire, how could he not come to watch such a lively event, besides, there was Mo Qianchen here.

"Also, dear, I miss you." With a wave of his feather fan, Iron Overlord flashed a captivating smile towards Mo Qianchen, and reached out to grab the teacup in Mo Qianchen's hand.

Trembling, all the goosebumps on Mo Qianchen's body stood up instantly, my dear...

"Go away." Hei, with black air all over his face, Feng Shukuang quickly grabbed the tea cup in Mo Qianchen's hand, swung his neck to drink it up, and then looked at Iron Overlord with a murderous look.

Talking sweet words to his little follower in front of him, I want to die.

Iron Overlord was not angry when he heard the words, he turned his head to look at Mo Qianchen and said, "Chenchen, this is not your room either, let's go, let's go back to your room..."

"You're looking for death." Feng Shukuang's face darkened, and he pulled Mo Qianchen's hands more quickly, and sat in his arms, hugging him.

Dare to rob him.

"Chenchen, I know a lot about the Mu clan. For example, the Mu chief is not just the chief steward of the small courtyard, but the number one chief steward next to the Mu emperor, the post-prime minister of the Mu clan." Tie Bawang looked at Feng Shukuang. , the corners of his mouth were drawn high, and he spoke to Mo Qianchen, but his eyes did not budge and looked at Feng Shukuang: "Chenchen, you come to ask me, it is much better than you running around like a headless chicken in the Mu clan. ..."

The voice is full of temptation, and the hearts of those who listen to it will fall out of their souls.

Mo Qianchen looked at the Iron Bawang. She really wanted to know about the Mu clan. With the help of the Iron Bawang, they would definitely avoid a lot of detours, but...

Turning his head, Mo Qianchen looked at the black-faced Feng Shukuang who was at war with the Iron Overlord, and helplessly stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow.

It goes without saying that she knows that Feng Shukuang definitely disagrees, alas, this...

Mo Qianchen discovered that since she met Feng Shukuang, she rubbed the center of her eyebrows more often. She is only 13 years old, so why is she so helpless?

"Iron Overlord, don't challenge my patience."

"Oh, are you patient..."

"That, you..."

The breeze blows the clouds, the moonlight fills the world, and it is a beautiful scene.

It's just that it would be better if there were fewer quarrels that killed the scenery.

A night is like running water, and it passes in a blink of an eye.

The sun rises in the east, the mist dissipates, and drops of dew roll among all kinds of flowers and plants. The bright and fresh appearance makes people feel refreshed uncontrollably.

Peony Villa, one of the four major families of the Naimu family excluding the royal family, this Peony Villa stands in the east of Phoenix City. Today, the villa is extremely lively.

"I don't know what kind of good things will be cut out today?"

"That's right, the Peony family has treasured the high-quality wood for thousands of years, and it will definitely produce good things."

"That's not necessarily the case, waste is waste, even if it is treasured for thousands of years, it is still waste..."

"That's true, I said..."

As soon as they entered within ten miles of Peony Villa, such a variety of voices rushed towards Mo Qianchen and the others' ears, making it impossible for them not to listen.

"It's really lively." Mo Qianchen, dressed in short clothes, said slowly as he walked slowly.

(End of this chapter)